I dawdled in Big Sir. I met lots of people, found lots of beautiful campsites, and took too long to get to San Louis Obispo by thursday, where I want to record at the farmers market. And my bike was slowly becoming a cripple. I had used three tubes, and most of a patch kit through my time in Big Sir. The road just ate my tires alive. So, my fried Rory gave me a ride for the last chuck of my journey to Cambria, the next town with a bike shop. The Cambria Bicycle Outfitters is a wonderful place, and the owner, Alan, helped me out a lot fixing up my bike, just to support the project. The stories from this part of the road are mostly from the people that I met along the highway, as well as in the campground I stayed at.
There is a seperate track that is really long, but it is a good story, about the Dali Lama and the war in Ireland. Here it is: